As I'm bathed in morning's glow, their smiles are the blinding light. except the one I saw lifetimes ago, the only moon in the haunting night. Just as the greeting winds flow, so does death in it's flight.
Breathing somehow overwhelms me, filling up my fragile empty insides. My heart---a lock without it's key, fades as my world slowly collides. My weary eyes can no longer see where my destiny truly resides.
Death, please don't take me away, for I do hope they still can't bear, their smiles can keep you at bay, as long they don't fade and wear. So, I keep hoping and pray, that we all keep taking in this air.
Forgive me, I can't fly with you. So I sleep---losing myself to dreams, living the magic I once knew, where I have wings and my face gleams, I believe it could all be true, until silence weeps and screams.
It was very personal and intriguing, a very complex and deep piece I must say!
It has different layers in it. Looks like you went really within to write it.
I like the way you twisted the old tale. I like the story and the strong statements in the poem.
"My weary eyes can no longer see
where my destiny truly resides."
No weakness in the excellent poem. A very good ending to this poem.
Coyote
it's been a while since I've read anything of yours, and this has made me quite sad. But now after reading this, I'm very glad that I've started to be on here a bit more. You have a wonderful way of words. The beauty and elegance you portray in your writing always amazes me. This was a little depressing for me in a way, but still very beautiful. A new favorite of mine indeed.